• Society, anxiety and depression.

    I am man, hear me….. I say very little. I have spent the majority of my life living in real fear, a fear of communicating the constant, unrelenting pain that ravaged my soul until I was left with nothing but the darkness of depression.Society forbids me from talking about my pain. I am somehow seen as less of a man if I even whisper for someone’s help and for years, I complied with my captures and in doing so, generalized anxiety disorder infected my brain. I was held in solitary confinement by cultural expectations and whist at the same time being held hostage by the tournament of mental illness. Learn…

  • I almost died

    Trigger warning – suicide Thanks to Jaycob for agreeing to do this, it isn’t easy sharing your story and speaking out, you can follow him on twitter at https://mobile.twitter.com/jaycm1344It’s 2019, and we still haven’t gotten there yet. It’s 2019 and we still cant talk about mental health. It’s 2019 and still, each day, 123 people a day die by suicide, 79% of those being male. When are we going to get past this “Stiff upper lip” mentality for men and come to the realization that men have emotions, men feel things, we don’t HAVE to be these stoic figures that the world has wanted us to be for so long. …

  • Am I homophobic?

    Now I had no plans on writing a post today at all but considering the online altercation I had with someone which ended with me been called homophobic and all that. I decided to address this issue. I am seriously done with the hypocrisy and controversy surrounding this kind of issue. I don’t care and I’m taking this issue head on so seat back while I take you know a jolly but educative ride. Over the past few years more awareness has or is still been brought to the issue of homosexuality and the LGBTQ community, I for one until the US legalized gay marriage never knew it existed after…

  • Emotional abuse series part 6 – Emotional Abuse, Body Dysmorphia and the Quest of Self-Love (a guest post).

    Some of us have been taught since an early age that it’s not right for us to be the way we are. We were maybe raised by parental figures who projected, consciously or unconsciously, their own life dissatisfaction on us, making us believe that we were unworthy of their wholehearted validation and attention. They probably also did a poor job at reinforcing our sense of being unique, or even made us feel ambiguous about them, ourselves and the world outside. They might have fed us, so we wouldn’t starve physically, but we surely grew up emotionally unnourished – we were never told how beautiful or clever we were; how worthy…

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